Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.